My shift had just ended as I rounded the counter to collect the last of the dirty dishes.
Working in this place alone on Friday nights just wasn't really my thing. Alyssa drops by sometimes, but Fridays are usually taken up from her Friday gatherings of never-ending family friends.
To keep myself from worrying about the sun setting outside, I usually blasted the radio a little louder than normal to declare the end of my shift. But today, there was a young woman typing away on her Macbook, sitting in a corner seat of the shop.
It had been a couple of days since the mysterious boy had walked in and out within a matter of seconds. Why hadn't he stayed or walked in fully?
During classes and even conversations with Aly he had always been in the back of my mind, slowly inching his way to the top. He would've been my first thought if I hadn't told Aly to shut up about him. Otherwise, she'd start listing out questions that both of us didn't have the answer to, only making me more curious as to who he was.
But then again, this place is a run-down town, and new visitors?
Preferably ones to fangirl about? Oh, I'm in.
He probably wasn't thinking about me just as much as I was wondering about him. Hell, he hadn't even seen me and I hadn't seen him either, yet here I was letting this unknown dude control my thoughts.
It made me feel a little delirious.
I had never been one to care for boys. A max of two had asked me out in middle school but that was that. I had ended it before they had even started, even though they had both been my good friends.
I guess some friendships weren't meant to last forever.
Even if this supposedly cute guy was to come again, whenever he would, how would I know that it's him? Aly isn't here right now. Oh god, she should've been here today.
The lady who was sitting at the back of the shop walked over to give me her plate, slipping away her Macbook into her bag with her other hand. Well certainly she wasn't one of those rude people who walk out and leave their stuff as the shop shut down.
I smiled at her, "Thanks."
She flashed back a perfect set of teeth before saying goodbye and walking away.
When I finished with the last set of dishes, my phone buzzed.
Aly: Uhh sorry but this is sort of urgent. It's about him. Call me asap?
At this moment, I just wanted to bang my head against the wall. A really, extremely bad time to bring this up. I had told her not to bring him up. She saw him, and not me.
I shut my phone off, ready to walk grab my coat and walk out the counter when a loud and violent bell chime makes my ears bleed.
"COULD YOU NOT-" I start to yell, and then I look up.
Oh boy.
Wait, no.
Oh, cute boy.
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Coffee Shop Encounters
Teen FictionHis eyes held stories that he would never dare to say out loud. As if saying them would bring him face to face with the reality that they weren't just nightmares but fragments of his past.